Songs for FishermenStewart Kidd Company, 1922 - 330 sider |
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Side 31
... no ill , But content and pleasure . In a morning up we rise , Ere Aurora's peeping : Drink a cup to wash our eyes , Leave the sluggard sleeping : Then we go To and fro , With our knacks At our backs , To such streams.
... no ill , But content and pleasure . In a morning up we rise , Ere Aurora's peeping : Drink a cup to wash our eyes , Leave the sluggard sleeping : Then we go To and fro , With our knacks At our backs , To such streams.
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... delight . See , yonder a green - moss'd boulder enchecks The stress of the turbulent tides , And there amid bubbles and foam - bell flecks The gold - spotted brook - trout hides . The sweet breezes blow , the morning sun shines ,
... delight . See , yonder a green - moss'd boulder enchecks The stress of the turbulent tides , And there amid bubbles and foam - bell flecks The gold - spotted brook - trout hides . The sweet breezes blow , the morning sun shines ,
Side 48
The sweet breezes blow , the morning sun shines , The white clouds drift slow down the sky ; ' Tis a day that is perfect for sport with the lines , For artistic cast of the fly . Ah , haste to the shore , brother angler , to - day , On ...
The sweet breezes blow , the morning sun shines , The white clouds drift slow down the sky ; ' Tis a day that is perfect for sport with the lines , For artistic cast of the fly . Ah , haste to the shore , brother angler , to - day , On ...
Side 72
... morning's finest joys Are saved for little fishing boys . Where trout lie there are white , white stones , With running water over ; And half the air is made of mint , And half is made of clover ; FISHING And slow clouds come and go and ...
... morning's finest joys Are saved for little fishing boys . Where trout lie there are white , white stones , With running water over ; And half the air is made of mint , And half is made of clover ; FISHING And slow clouds come and go and ...
Side 74
... morning light , The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night . Come , let us gather our nets from the shore , and set our catamarans free , To capture the leaping wealth of the tide , for we are the ...
... morning light , The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night . Come , let us gather our nets from the shore , and set our catamarans free , To capture the leaping wealth of the tide , for we are the ...
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a-fishing American Angler angle bait bank bass BASS FISHING biggest fish birds bite bonny Tweed breeze bright brook BROOK TROUT cast catch caught Clair Adams cool creel dark deep doth dream Eugene Field feel Field and Stream fins fisher FISHERMAN fishin flies float flow Forest and Stream gentle gleam glide green Green Days heart Henry Van Dyke hook Isaac McLellan Izaak IZAAK WALTON James Whitcomb Riley KEEP FISHIN lake leap lure minnow morning never night o'er old Brandywine Permission of Field Permission of Forest Phineas Fletcher pike pine Poems pool ripples river rod and reel round salmon shining shore silver sing song sport spring STRIPED BASS sweet swim tackle thee There's thing Thomas Doubleday Thomas Tod Stoddart thou thrill thro tide toil trees trout Walton waters weary wild wind wish worm
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Side 147 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or, worse, in war and wantonness. " Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill, So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will. Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth, and yellew daffodil, Purple Narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass, and azure culver-keys.
Side 32 - Drink a cup to wash our eyes ; Leave the sluggard sleeping: Then we go To and fro, With our knacks At our backs, To such streams As the Thames, If we have the leisure. When we please to walk abroad For our recreation, In the fields is our abode, Full of delectation : Where in a brook With a hook, Or a lake, Fish we take : There we sit, For a bit, Till we fish entangle.
Side 270 - Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, And watch intently Nature's gentle doings: They will be found softer than ring-dove's cooings.
Side 87 - And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning.
Side 127 - Show's begun. The flocks of young anemones Are dancing round the budding trees : Who can help wishing to go a-fishing In days as full of joy as these?
Side 65 - Why as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. I can compare our rich misers to nothing so (illy as to a whale; 'a plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful.
Side 10 - Nay, let me tell you, there be many that have forty times our estates, that would give the greatest part of it to be healthful and cheerful like us, who, with the expense of a little money, have eat and drunk, and laughed, and angled, and sung, and slept securely ; and rose next day and cast away care, and sung, and laughed, and angled again ; which are blessings rich men cannot purchase with all their money.
Side 86 - THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down...
Side 119 - You see the ways the fisherman doth take To catch the fish ; what engines doth he make ? Behold ! how he engageth all his wits ; Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets...
Side 123 - Do the work that's nearest, Though it's dull at whiles, Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles...